Epilogue of life

I'm an old person. I fall in love with old mindsets, scent of old books antique carving on wall, old friends, old manners, old lifestyle and everything old. I have saved broken pieces of my favourite vase. I value long real conversation over today's social media chit chat. Apart of me find piece in old words and apart of me struggles in the complexities of modern tales.
Ghalib khayal e ishq reasonates in my mind.
Rumi love has separate place in my little heart.
I fathom things people don't, yet I am blank on somebody's query as to "WHO AM I"
People know me as the most sorted out person they can find in my age yet when I raise my hands in front on God I worship, I find myself clueless, Have I forgotten how to pray?

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